Abnormal month

Chapter 77 Always Together

"I was arranged by Lord Jiemon to serve you."

In the empty ward, a gentle voice sounded.

This ward is very spacious, with only one patient living in it. It is isolated from bacterial interference and does not contain any sharp instruments. Its safety is comparable to the VIP single wards of large hospitals before the disaster.

The patient living here wears a special translucent silk hospital gown, which looks very wide on his slender body. Through the clothes, you can see the large and small scars on his body. They are not the scribblings of children. Rather, it is full of scars with a certain deliberate pattern.

What's even more striking is that there are more than a dozen bandages wrapped around his eyes.

"To actually do such a thing..."

The owner of the gentle voice was shocked by the tragic situation at this moment, and seemed to grit his teeth.

The patient on the bed could not see the face of the owner of the voice, but he could guess from the voice that it was a very young woman.

"It's okay, I will always be with you. I can help you with anything. Just let me be your eyes!"

"Get out."

The patient on the bed lay there quietly, speaking cold words.

"Do you want something to eat? Or do you want to go to the bathroom first?"

The owner of the voice was getting closer and closer, and she seemed to be walking to the bedside.

"I brought food over here. Let me feed it to you. Come on, ah——"

Something was placed on the bedside.

The man coaxed him to eat in a very patient tone.

The patient was silent for a while.

He sat up from the bed and without opening his mouth, he reached out his hand to the table beside the bed and touched the tray with food.

"I told you to get out, couldn't you hear me?"

With one force, he swept the tray off the table, making a sharp clang sound when it collided with the ground. Such a simple movement made him breathless.

Where he couldn't see, the food was scattered all over the floor.

The man was stunned for a moment, then squatted down and silently put the food into the trash can.

"I'm right outside, you can call me if you need me."

"Do I need you to die?"

Malicious words spewed from the patient's mouth.

The man didn't reply.

She was silent for a moment, opened the door and left.

The patient lay back on the bed.

Deprived of his vision and everything around him plunged into darkness, his blood was gradually infected with riot factors, and from time to time he would overturn things next to the bed in anger.

I don’t know how much time passed before the door of the ward was opened again.

"I brought you a Walkman."

That gentle voice sounded again.

What followed was a song with characteristics of the Showa era. The singer must be a famous actress. He had an impression of this voice in his memory.

She deliberately placed the Walkman a certain distance away from the bed.

Hearing the singing in his ears, he realized that he was not the only one in the dark world, and his angry heart softened.

"I brought food here again. Let me feed you. You haven't eaten for a long time."

"go out."

"...Remember to call me when you want to eat, I'll always be there."

The owner of the voice was silent for a while, and the door was closed.

The patient had not eaten all day.

After hearing the news, the magicians came over.

When he came to his senses again, he immediately felt a feeling of fullness in his stomach.

He was hypnotized and ate during the hypnosis.

It doesn't matter.

He has long been used to it.

When the woman brought the food over again, he knocked it over.

"Continue to fight against the magicians, and you will end up suffering the consequences. Nothing will change in the end."

The woman was not angry at all, her voice was still gentle.

"Just think it's for yourself and eat well. Living is more important than anything else. As long as you are alive, there is still hope."

Is there still hope for living?

The patient sneered and gave no response.

midnight.

A piercing alarm bell suddenly sounded in the ward.

When the magicians heard this voice, they immediately put down their work and rushed to the ward with hurried steps but cold expressions.

The girl also heard the sound and quickly got up from the bed.

"He's seeking death again."

"How many times has this happened?"

"Whoever remembers, he doesn't want to die anyway."

The girl who rushed to the ward heard the cold and heartless conversations of the magicians.

Standing at the door of the room, she saw the patient lying on the magic circle on the ground with his head covered in blood.

He hit his head against the wall, but was hung up by the magic circle.

This ward was specially designed by magicians, and it was filled with magic circles set up everywhere. As long as he made the slightest move, the magicians would immediately be attracted.

"Staying in a place like this, I can only endure constant torture. Even if it reaches the limit, there is no possibility of relief... Where is the hope?"

After regaining consciousness, he grinned at her mockingly.

Look at him like this.

The girl clenched her fists, and her nails dug deeply into her palms. The tingling sensation in her palms was not half as strong as the tingling pain in her heart.

Without anyone knowing, she doubted her mission for the first time.

"It's okay, I will always be with you, always by your side!"

"What is the use?"

At the girl's declaration, the patient sneered from the bottom of his heart.

"Who can't talk about it? If you really have that heart, then go to those magicians and say that you also want to be experimented by them! By then, if you can still use this white lotus-like attitude If you tell me this, I might believe you."

The ward fell into a difficult silence.

"I see."

The girl got up and left.

Finally gave up.

The patient lay back on the bed.

After staying in this place for so long, he had long since given up hope.

Always with you?

Is there still hope for living?

That is, at best, a self-righteous statement from someone who has never experienced hell.

People who have been through real hell would never say such things.

The next day.

"I brought you a clock."